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English Poetry |
They feel raw,
I feel the rawness in them.
They smell raw.
They live raw.
They are a cold breeze
of freshness.
They are the extract
of life.
Some are sour nectar
dipped in honey.
They are heavenly rays
hidden behind clouds.
And before sunrise,
they capture warmth.
And become the warmth
of others.
A bucket full of enthusiasm
and honesty, dripping.
With a twist of lime
and cleverness.
Sometimes colorful,
sometimes dark.
They are the depth of sea.
They complete fantasy.
-Yashwardhan Goswami ,
25-12-10.
गुड. कीप ओं व्रितिंग, यशवर्धन.